The campground is quiet in mid week, and the sun is warm through the trees. You slept very late after yesteday's hike, and now you walk to the showers, enjoying the mingled smells of balsam and fir, wood smoke and frying bacon.
The building housing the showers is small. There are only two stalls and a reversible sign on the door for Men/Women. You knock on the door, as the sign shows the wrong flavor; getting no answer, you flip the sign over so it's right and go in. You are alone. You drop your clothes in the dressing area and take your soap and shampoo into the nearest stall.
The hot water feels marvelous coursing down your body and you begin to use the soap more as a lubricant than a cleanser: rubbing, smoothing, touching. Your eyes close as you begin to build a fantasy and feel the excitement rising. The sun coming through the skylight, the water running, the soap slipping are very very sensual. You hear your own moans begin as your hands move around your ass, your shoulders, your thighs, your belly.
Suddenly a chill breeze hits your back; the curtain has been pulled open and you feel someone else come into the stall with you. You try to turn quickly to protest, but strong hands hold you in place and one hand covers your eyes. You feel warm breath against your neck and another warm breath at your crotch. So, you think, there are at least two. Part of your brain is sorting through options, wondering how to get out of here without getting hurt. It is frightening; nothing bad ever happens in the woods, does it?
Another part is fascinated. How did they know you were in here? Do they know you at all? Why are they doing this?
And another part is too far along in fantasy, the excitement too built up to lose it now. This part is urging back against the body behind you, bending a bit, still moaning under the sound of the water.
There is now one hand at your waist holding you, and only one other, over your eyes, still. The breath is still warm on your genitals, arousing you even further. You feel more soap now, on your legs, around your crotch, on your ass, working into the crack and you think "No! Not there! Oh god, no...." but you don't say anything because by now you need to come very badly. Hands begin to work the soap over and around your crotch, bringing you very close to orgasm. Fingers are working at your asshole, working the soap in, moving you gently back and forth.
You bend over farther, wanting more, wanting it now. You feel your climax starting from the handwork in front of you and urging back even farther moan "now, please.... now...oh, please....". Your wish is granted. You feel a hard cock slide gently into your ass, begin pumping in time to your own cumming.
or You cum wildly, as strong as you ever remember, groaning with the joy of it.
By now, the hand is away from your eyes, but the warm water still pours down, obscuring your vision. And you don't want to look. You keep your eyes closed, feeling the cock fucking you, harder now, wondering when it will be done, wondering if you WANT it to be done, keeping your eyes closed, not knowing who is in front of you or who behind. Soon enough the man in your ass begins to spasm, pumping you full, leaving you sated. The hands in front are gentle now, coming down. You slump against the back wall for support as the cock slides out and away.
By the time you open your eyes and turn off the water, you are alone in the building. You wonder if it was only a fantasy, but then you finger your ass and feel the cum dripping out. It was real.
Walking back to your tent, you look curiously at the other campers. Was it you? Or you? Or perhaps you?
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